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How do's my Marrow melt away,
And every lazy Vein beat quicker,
While gratefully in Memory
I bear thy Friendſhip and thy Liquor.

But, O ! my Spirits are too weak
To make the great Returns intended ;
I cough, as if my Heart would break,
And wheeze like one that's broken-winded.

My fatal Hour is plainly come,
For want of like refreſhing Doſes,
Which only you can ſave me from_>
And heap new Favours on the Muſes.

'Tis done; and now I live again,
And feel returning Spirits moving :
Ever may you and Spouſe remain
In Health, and me ſhe ever loving.

Renew your Vigour, ſpent in care,
With the foſt Balm of her Careſſes,
In all the Home Affairs of War;
And what's of greateſt weight, her gro--'s

Fanny! the Pride of Marriage Sheets,
Beyond compare, whoſe Hair, and Neck are,
Whoſe Lips breathe Everlaſting Sweets,
And every Grace aſſiſt to deck her.

In ſuch a Lot ; how happy thou !
While, Wretch, for Molly I am waſting ;
Whoſe ſtarry Eyes have ſhot me through,
And Harder Heart ſtill keeps me faſting ;

No other Girl will now go down,
The Tyrant's ſent all elſe a packing;
My Heart is hers, and hers alone,
And yet within an Ace of breaking.

Hopeleſs and reſtleſs, Night and Day,
I mourn the Rigour of the Gipſy ;
Nor can your Wine, and Pipes for me
Procure a Nap, tho' ne're ſb tipſy.

Printed for J. Morphew, near Stationers-Hall. 1707.
                        Price Two, Pence.